One Cold Wintry Day In

The Reason I Can Be 38 And Have Two Kids And Wear A Bikini Is Because I Work My Ass Off. It's Not An Accident. It's Not Luck, It's Not Fairy Dust, It's Not Good Genes. It's Killing Myself For An Hour And A Half Five Days A Week, But What I Get Out Of It Is Relative To What I Put Into It.

Because I Was Newly Pregnant, I Was Sick As A Dog, Yet I Knew All My Lines From A Year Before.

I Cook And I Really Believe In The Family Dinner, I Think That's A Nice Time To Bring The Family Together.

I Love The English Way, Which Is Not As Capitalistic As It Is In America. People Don't Talk About Work And Money. They Talk About Interesting Things At Dinner Parties.

If I Have My Daughter In The Car And They Are Making Me Nervous, I'll Do Whatever I Have To Do. I Keep A Whole Log. I Take Pictures Of Their Cars, Write Down License Plate Numbers, Everything. If They Do It Again, I Can Go To The Police. I Know My Rights And, Believe Me, I Will Have Them Arrested. I Will Stop At Nothing.